Page 52 of Chaos
I did it! I feel like a master prankster… who has to pee.
If I go straight back home, he’s probably going to double back.
The public bathrooms aren’t far, just to the side of the big empty lot and nestled between some trees.
As I’m washing my hands, I catch my own reflection. My cheeks are flushed and my eyes are the brightest I’ve seen them in months.
I guess I just needed a sexy biker to chase me around.
When I push the door open, I freeze.
He’s leaning against my car.
Shit.
What do I do?
The tree line extends away. Maybe I’ll keep this game going a bit longer.
Darting toward the heavy pines, the needles crackle in the dry heat of the evening. Passing a boulder taller than me, it radiates the stored warmth of the afternoon sun as I run past.
“I know you’re close, tigritsa. I can hear you.” His heavy footsteps follow mine.
My pulse spikes as I push between two thick trunks and sprint towards a playground.
Fighting the giggle trying to escape my throat, I duck under a wooden bridge and hide behind a long, enclosed slide.
I try not to breathe too loudly so I can listen for him.
The soft rubber matting makes it impossible. All I can hear is the voice in my head screaming at me to lose and let him catch me.
A flicker of movement catches my eye. I can see his feet beneath the wooden beams as he walks away from me.
Slowly, I work my way around the slide to the open end and push myself inside.
My work sneakers grip the smooth plastic surprisingly well, and I shimmy up the dark tube to the small alcove at the top.
Where is he?
I thought for sure he was heading to the jungle gym.
Raising myself slowly, I peer over the short wall to see if I can spot him.
A hand lands on either side of me and his broad chest presses against my back.
“Thought you could run?” His warm breath bathes my sweaty neck as his lips brush my ear.
“Yes,” I stammer. I’m more winded now than when I was running.
It’s like I’m suffocating in his presence.
“Now that I’ve caught you, does that mean I get to eat you?” he growls, his body vibrating against mine.
The round ball of his tongue piercing drags across my collar, sending a shiver of electricity down my spine.
“Because I can still taste you after all this time.”
My fingers tighten into the wooden grip as I take a deep breath.